March 8, 2009

You'll just have to imagine the picture. I was snuggled up in bed talking on the telephone for so very long, and then I went downstairs for some chocolate and, looking out the window, noticed that beautiful thin layer of snow on the redbuds, perfectly lit with moonlight and porchlight, so I got the camera, stepped into my boots and put on my long coat and crouched carefully into position by the stoop only to find that the battery was dead. I went back inside for another camera and that battery was dead too. But believe me, the night is beautiful here. I wanted to tell you that, and you can tell me anything you want.

I've chosen to forego a car for a couple weeks just to see if I can. Walking to work this morning, albeit Florida with no sprinking of powdered sugar snow isn't the midwest (sigh) even this landscap in predawn (porch light) looks good and thanks for your observation.

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

House, I used to walk to work- about a mile and a half each way- and it was great. Walking home was the best. By the time I got there all the stress of the day was gone. The older I get, the more I hate driving. People here drive like third world morons and then there is construction season, which seems to last all year long.

There were beggars and kings In a magical sky There were wings in the air And I learned how to fly. There was me, there was you In a world made for two, then you were gone.

Moonlight lady Come along with me To the bright city lights, It's all right, 'cause tonight's on me. Moonlight lady Come along with me To the bright city lights, It's all right, 'cause tonight's on me.

Every night is so empty without you I'm so lonely since you went away If by chance we could dance to the music Let it play, Let me say...

Moonlight lady Come along with me To the bright city lights, It's all right, 'cause tonight's on me. Moonlight lady Come along with me To the bright city lights, It's all right, 'cause tonight's on me

"That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it'll say "Fuck you." I'm positive."